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Swingers Child
by Isabella

Story Code: m+/f, M/f, Incest, Under age sex, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Group, Public, Anal

The single thing that defined my parents was that they were swingers, one of the earliest memories I have is, as a toddler, in my pushchair and in town with my parents. My mother wore a mini dress, it had a long zipper that ran down the front from neck to hem, the top of the dress was fully fitted and quite tight and the bottom was almost a rah-rah style, very full and very pleated and as she walked it swished from side to side.

When I close my eyes, even today, thirty years later I can still see my mother in that dress, it was her favourite and she wore it all the time. My dad was pushing me in my buggy and my mum was walking in front of us. Whenever she saw a man she liked the look of, her bottom would swing a little wilder and the bottom of her dress would flick up higher. When my dad saw mum swinging her hips he just slowed down and scanned the men around to see if he could spot who my mother had spotted.

If my mother hooked a man and he started to follow her, she would start to toy with the large silver ring-pull attached to the zipper at her neck, that was her signal for my dad to stay way back with me. Thirty years ago, town wasn't like it is now, just a few huge stores and shopping malls, back then it had small shops and long arcades of even smaller shops and there were lots of alleyways and walks between the two or three main shopping streets.

If I saw my mother's cleavage appear it meant that the man was close to her and my dad would set off, down Jubilee Arcade to Fryer Lane, he would be running as soon as he was out of sight of my mother and I actually liked that part of the game, at Fryer Lane, he would turn left, still running, towards the outer edge of the shopping area, then left turn down one of the back alley ways that had a kind of double zigzag in the middle.

We would stop by the dustbins from one of the shops and I would be given my pacifier and told to be quiet. The idea, I think, was that as I was in my buggy and behind the dustbins, I wouldn't see anything that happened.

It always took my mother so long to appear the other side of the bins that my dad didn't really need to run so fast but I wouldn't complain as the run was the best bit for me. My mother would always be ten to fifteen feet ahead of the man she had hooked, she would sit on the lid of one of the smaller bins and as the man got closer to her, the zipper would be pulled lower.

I watched her several times from my hiding place behind the bins with my dad, and every time, as soon as the guy was at her side, the zipper would be at the hem of her dress and she would pull the zip apart to expose her totally naked body. By this point my dad would have his cock out of his trousers and he would be rubbing his hand up and down his dick slowly.

My mother did the full service thing, she would suck the stranger's dick, let him fuck her up her cunt or arse, depending on what he wanted to do. The men wouldn't care about being in such a dangerous place, such a public place, they would have fifteen minutes of madness and as soon as they emptied their balls into my mother, they would run like fuck, closing their trousers as they ran.

My dad would wait until my mother was alone, then he'd leave me in my buggy behind the bins while he went and used whichever of my mother's holes that the stranger had left his calling card in. Once my dad was satisfied and his own balls were empty, he would come and fetch me while my mother fastened her dress back up and then they would walk back into the main shopping street. As my mother had no knickers on and two loads of cum up her cunt or arsehole, there was usually two streams of cum running down the insides if her thighs.

The other abiding memory was of party nights, lots of drunks, a few other couples like my mum and dad and lots of single men. When I was around six, I would run around the house on party night, men would be fucking women all over the house, often two or three men with each woman and often using my bed in my bedroom, even though it wasn't a full sized bed. After I reached seven or eight, a sign was screwed to my bedroom door, it looked like a road sign, in fact it could well have been one of those 'Stop' signs originally, painted on the bottom was 'Out of Bounds' and at the same time a bolt was fitted on the inside of my door. From then on, when party night guests began to arrive, I would be sent to my room and told to bolt my door and keep it bolted until the morning.

So, with those over abiding memories of casual and free sex when I reached the tender age of twelve, the age at which my breasts began to appear under my shirt, I didn't see sex as anything 'special' like most 'normal' people. I had actually began to rebel slightly against my mother, while she dressed very 'frothy', very 'girly', all the time, her body ever ready for my father's, or any other man's, use; I dressed very much like a boy.

All of my friends called me Vic instead of Victoria and I usually wore 'drain pipe' jeans, white or black t-shirt and fourteen hole Doc Martin boots. I had a short back and sides haircut and played football. I was the only girl in the area who was allowed to play in the street, so it was no surprise to any of the adults that I turned out a tom-boy. All the girls at school called me a lesbian but that didn't matter to me, all of my friends were boys anyway.

I had been binding my breasts with crape bandages for months, refusing point blank to buy or wear a bra. The kids at school knew I was a girl even though I tried hard to hide that fact from them, schools had rules and I had to wear a uniform, in those days schools could happily discriminate between boys and girls. We were slightly ahead of Muslims finding our town, so I had to wear a gymslip and blouse to school even though my feet were still wrapped in my favourite Doc Martin boots.

It was a quirk of fate that I was, educationally at least, one of the brightest kids in our area and so I had to travel to the posh school on the other side of town. That was fine by me; at least my nine best friends never saw me wearing my gymslip or my school boater on my head. Every one of my friends would still be in bed when I waited for the bus to school and by the time I got home after school they would all be in home eating their evening meal.

Eventually, at thirteen, I had to give in to my body; I was just too big to hide anymore. I also had to give in to pressure from school and wear a bra under my blouse but I still refused to wear one at home. It hadn't been a deliberate thing but as I grew in size I stopped playing out so much with the other kids in the street and park and by kids, I mean boys of course.

On the first day of summer holidays, I was enjoying a lie in, one of the few opportunities I had to sleep late. As it was a Saturday, my mum and dad were up town, 'shopping' so I was alone in the house when a knock came on the front door. I looked out of my window, Harry and Peter Benson were at the gate and Frank Gildert was knocking at the door. Harry spotted me and shouted, "Come on Vic, we're going to the park to play football or rugby!" I shouted that I'd join them there and they left, bouncing a ball between them.

I pulled on my skinny legged jeans, it took me an age to pull them up, my legs had started to become a little more 'shapely' as my hormones were trying to sculpture my boyish figure into a voluptuous woman. Even my arse, well, my hips had begun to grow since I started my periods, so even after struggling my legs into the drain pipes, I still had to fight to get my backside into my jeans. I pulled my usual white t-shirt on over my head and when I looked in the mirror I realised that, however much I hated wearing it, I'd have to wear a bra under the thin cotton top.

I slicked my hair down with my dad's Brylcreem and headed off to the park. It wasn't so much a game of football as a free for all kick fight with a ball somewhere in the vicinity. I ran over and made a tackle on Allan Cunnington, sending him spiralling to the grass, as he tumbled head over heels on the soft grass he shouted out, "Victor Clark, you dirty bastard!" And suddenly all around was silence, seven boys, all standing, open mouthed, staring straight at my tits, seven standing and Allan just coming to his senses, "What's happened, what's wro....." Alan got to his feet and his jaw dropped open too.

Alan pointed straight at my chest, "God Victor, you're a girl!" Well, for some reason the game of football went out of peoples head. We ended up on the swings; or rather I ended up on the swings with eight boys standing in a semicircle trying to work out how I had changed from one of their best friends and into a girl overnight, well, one school term at least. Frank Gildert was muttering, "I told you, I told everybody, nothing good would come out of going to the grammar school!"

Jeff and John Hills arrived, Jeff and John were twins, they didn't usually hang out with us as they were a year older than the rest of us, they had been attracted to us because we weren't running around wildly trying to keep a football under control.

Jeff pushed his way to the front of the group, "Hi Vic, fucking hell, that's a turn up for the books and no mistake!" I have to say that I was beginning to regret not binding my tits as I had been doing for ages, at least the guys put that down to muscle building. John Hills was now at his brother's side, he took in the whole picture, "So, Vic, what's the chance of a shag then?"

I could see that everyone expected me to run off sobbing like all the girls in the area would if asked that question under those circumstances. It ran through my mind that sex was no big deal; I had seen my mother fucking half of my friend's fathers over the past few years. "Okay then." I jumped off the swing and stood there, my hands on my hips in defiance.

John Hills had been joking when he asked for sex but I was still there, not running home. Suddenly John realised that I was serious and he began to panic a little, he was looking all around, I could read his mind, 'Where the hell can we go!'

The park had a long fence, it was, for the most part, unbroken but there was a brown stain in the green sword forming a perfect arrow pointing to a hole in the fence. That hole lined up with an alleyway that ran between a row of small workshops and starter factory units. The alleyway went to a back passage way behind all the units in both directions along the other side of the park's fence.

Being a Saturday and the first Saturday of the school holidays meant that the factory units would be empty, hell, as we were in yet another downturn in our economic cycle, most of the units were empty anyway. John pointed to the hole in the fence and then looked at me, I nodded my head and John set off for the fence. I was five or six paces behind him, while he never once looked over his shoulder, I did look back. The park behind me looked like one of those documentary films from Vietnam. I was walking in John's footsteps and spread out behind me the other nine boys were spread out, single file, absolute straight line, all stepping in the boy in front's footsteps, no enemy mines would take any of my troupe out!

John ducked through the hole in the fence and waited the other side for me to follow him through. I had been thinking like mad as I walked the three hundred yards or so, how much should I undress, my jeans were so tight that I'd never be able to keep them on, so that meant my boots had to come off first and if I was taking my jeans and knickers off, should I keep my t-shirt on?

I had seen my mother having sex with literally hundreds of men and even in the middle of town, where she could get caught at any moment; she would always strip off as much as possible. John dug me in the ribs with his elbow, "Over there, the gate is broken at the top!" John set off again; he pushed a wooden box in front of the gate and used it to clamber over, I stepped up on the box and found John waiting on the other side holding his hand out to help me, "Fuck off, if you can get over on your own, I can too!" As I slipped over, I looked back, Jeff Hills was already on the path behind me and Frank's head was just appearing through the hole in the fence.

John had found some large cardboard boxed in the corner of the factory yard, he flattened a few down and laid them on the floor and then just stood looking at me. I sat down and untied my boots, then took my socks off and popped them in my boots. Then I unfastened my belt, popped the press stud and pulled my zip down.

It took ages to wriggle out of my jeans and by the time they were off, there were three heads looking over the gate at me. I managed to pull my bra and t-shirt off in one go, tangling both bra and t-shirt onto a ball. I was now totally naked; I lifted my bum off of the cardboard and shuffled back so that I was in the middle of the sheet of cardboard.

I looked up at John; he was just pulling the zip of his fly down, he reached unto the small hole in his 'Y' fronts and pulled out his cock, four inches long, around an inch or an inch and a half in circumference, I opened my legs and lay on my back, my hands behind my head so I could watch John as he knelt between them. My eyes flicked over to the gate, Jeff, Frank, Harry and Peter were already in the yard with us, Jeff was moving in for a close up look at his twin brother's cock as it approached my cunt while Frank, Harry and Peter were holding back, looking very guilty or sheepish.

John held his upper body off of me as he lowered his cock into my hole, I was really glad that John wasn't too big as all of his weight fell onto my cunt and as soon as he cock was sheathed in my vaginal glove he went a little crazy, he climaxed very quickly and very noisily and as I felt his warmth spreading through my womb, he bent his head down and tried to kiss me on the lips. I rolled my head to the side, "Fuck off John, what are you? Gay or something?"

John almost jumped to his feet and slipped his flaccid cock back into his trousers. I sat up, Jeff already had his cock out in his hand, I thought he had been masturbating as he watched his brother fucking me but he was just standing there holding his cock in his hand, "Can I do you too?" Jeff asked eventually, I didn't say anything, I just went back down onto my back and Jeff climbed on top of me.

As Jeff Hills humped into me I looked around the yard, my eight best friends were all in the yard now, all of them watching me being fucked. Jeff was a little longer than his brother, his cock a little fatter and he fucked me with slower, more deliberate strokes and he was taking far longer to cum and as he fucked me, he was paying attention to my breasts with his mouth.

Jeff took close to thirty minutes to cum in me and by the time he did my other friends were all close enough for me to feel their breaths on my body. Jeff slipped out and zipped up, he and his brother walked off laughing and joking along the path at the back of the factories. I didn't move, nothing was said, Frank cleared his throat and suddenly he was kneeling between my legs and fucking me. I took on all eight of my friends and as the last one grunted through his orgasm, I looked at my watch.

I had done all ten boys in just an hour, even though Jeff Hills had taken almost half of that time. I found some tissues in my jeans pocket and used them all to wipe between my legs, throwing the soaking tissues on the ground at the side of my cardboard bed. It took me an age to wriggle back into my trousers and lace my boots back up, all eight of my friends standing watching me as I dressed, it got a few laughs as I wrestled my bra out of the balled up t-shirt and even more laughs when I finally put my bra on back to front and turned it round and slipped my arms into the shoulder straps.

After Jeff and John had just walked off without a word after they had finished fucking me, I had assumed that my other friends would do the same, it had crossed my mind that I had lost nothing in fact, I hadn't planned on playing with them over the summer holidays because I had turned into a girl and if I had just weirded them all out because I allowed them to fuck me I would just go back to my planned holiday, solitude!

Three boys went over the gate first and five waited for me to go over. The nine of us all walked as a block across the park to where we played football or rugby as the first ball was kicked, Frank said, "Hey Vic, have you pissed your pants?" I looked down, the panty area of my tight jeans was totally soaking wet, "No not pissed myself you stupid sod, it's your spunk running out of me."

We all went a little crazy kicking at the ball, kicking at each other, barging each other to the floor, someone said that they would have to go home soon for their tea; Frank Gildert picked his football up and held it under his arm, gasping for breath. I was sitting on the grass resting with my arms propping me up trying to get my breath back, "Hey Vic, any chance of a bit more fun before we all have to go?"

"What you have in mind Frank?"

"Wellllllll, what about a blow job?"

I looked at the ring of boys all standing around me again, all looking down at me excitedly, "How many of you want one of them?" All eight boys put their hands up, I looked around, at least it wouldn't take an age for me to undress again and my knickers and jeans had finally dried out so a blow job seemed the best thing to do if I was going to do anything. "Where should we go to do it?"

"Just sit on the bench by the swings!"

We all went over to the swings; the bench was against the climbing frame so was obscure from one direction. I sat on the bench and Frank stood in front of me with his zip pulled down, I just sucked him off as if I had been doing it all of my life. I had watched my mother do it to so many men in my life, so I had seen an expert in the act and it just seemed to cum naturally. My mother had swallowed every time she sucked a man off so spitting the spunk out never crossed my mind.

I took all of Frank's spunk easily, swallowing it down very happily. Then the line of boys in order of when they had to go home, by the fifth boy I was feeling sick and after the eighth shot off into my mouth I had difficulty in swallowing it down. I hadn't taken more than five steps on my way home when I threw up, I was really glad that I was all alone when I vomited, didn't want to get a reputation of being weak and girly.

I went out to play with my usual group of friends every day of the holidays and every day started out in the factory yard with me on my back allowing the boys to grunt through their frustrations in me and once that was out of the way, we all played football or rugby or just hung out on the monkey bars and at the end of every day, I sucked every one of them off. I had to start wearing dresses to play out because trousers were impractical with a cunt full of boy's cum.

At the end of the holidays my mother grabbed me, "Why haven't you had your period yet?" came out of the blue. "What you going on about?"

"I've just checked the bathroom, your tampax box is still full, I got you a fresh box at the end of your last period and that was six weeks ago!" "I'm sure it isn't my time yet!" I had said that but I didn't believe it myself, I was at least two weeks late now that my mother had drawn my attention to it.

The next morning my mother woke me up, she almost dragged me into the bathroom, "Here, piss on the end of this!" I took the clear blue pregnancy tester in my hand and peed on the end of it, three minutes later, 'blue for a boy or girl!' I slumped down on the floor, I was pregnant and I was only thirteen.

"Don't worry about it, I'll sort everything out but before school on Monday, I'm taking you to the doctors to get you on implants!"

My mother left me in bed sobbing and went up town; she was back in just an hour, that was unusual for her, it usually took her longer than that to find a man she fancied to have sex with. "I've been to the chemists and got the morning after pill, I told them it was for me, they have to watch you take the first one and then they give you the second one to take at home four hours later." She handed me the two pills, one in its blister pack and the other unwrapped, "I had to palm it so it looked like I put it in my mouth!" I took the first pill and went back to bed.

Four hours later my mum came back with the second pill and a glass of water. I took the second part of the morning after pill and was suddenly hit by very violent stomach cramps. My mother stopped with me for hour while I went through an induced abortion, she cleaned everything up. She had fetched me some of the larger sanitary pads, she was expecting me to bleed a lot.

I was taken to the doctors before school on my first day back at school; I had to admit to having unprotected sex with a boy, "What's his name?" The doctor asked when we were alone in his office, I rattled out the names of the ten boys that I had sex with over the summer holidays. He gave me a very rough examination, not as in cursory, as in violently. "You're on your period?" I nodded my head; at least you were lucky this time!" He said as he injected the contraceptive into my upper left arm.

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Swingers Child pt 2

I slipped back into my usual school routine, leaving home early to catch the bus to the other side of town, taking part in the mandatory after school activities and catching a reasonably late bus back home and then having to do two hours of homework so I didn't get to see my pals all week but then I was working so hard that I didn't really even think about them.

Friday was different though, no after school activities on Fridays, so I got home reasonably early. As I walked in the front door I met my mother and father, they were on their way out, "We're going to a party in the back room of the Royal Oak pub, you can come if you like!" I had to think long and hard, a party in the back room of a pub would mean access to drink and lots of it but at the end of a very long week, slaving over hot books all I wanted to do was take a bath and slob out in front of the idiot box, so I turned my mother down.

"Okay, please yourself, there are cold meats in the fridge and fresh bread, make yourself a ploughman's or something." I made my dinner and took it into the bathroom; I ate it off the tray that my dad usually rested his newspaper on when he took his bath.

I finished my meal and then sank down into the water and almost fell asleep. I was woken up when there was a knock at the door, I slipped my dressing gown on and went to the front door, a man I knew well from my mother's parties was standing there, I just looked at him, "A bit quiet, am I early for the party?"

"The party isn't here tonight!" He reached his hand out and rubbed the backs of his fingers down my cheek, "My god, you've grown up a lot..." his fingers had slipped from my jaw and were now resting inside the collar of my dressing gown, he began to pull at my collar gently as he continued, "...aren't you going to invite me in?"

"The party is at the Royal Oak, in the back room..." Fortunately I spotted Frank Gildert walking towards my gate, "...my friend is due any minute, oh, there he is now!" Frank walked down the path behind the guy, "The back room of the Royal Oak you say, I'll have to pop over and check it out."

I said hi to Frank, he was kicking imaginary stones off of the path, "Erm, I was, errr, wondering, erm, if you wanted to go over the factories with me, if you can come out!"

"Who's over there?"

"Just me, Harry and Peter will probably be over there later on."

"I've just had a bath, you want to come in?"

Frank blushed, "Well, erm, I was hoping, you know, I've really missed you all week."

I gestured with my head towards the house, "You can come in, I'm all on my own at the minute!"

I walked up the stairs and stopped at the top, Frank was at the bottom just looking up, bright red faced.

"Come on, it's okay!"

Frank followed me up and into my bedroom, "Well, did you just want a fuck or a chat or something?"

"Erm, well, you know!"

I slipped out of my bathrobe and slid into my bed, Frank's flushed face and sheepish look melted away, he unfastened his zipper and was about to climb on top of me.

"Why don't you undress, no one's going to walk in on us in here."

"Oh, oh yes, okay."

I lay there and watched Frank strip off, I had seen his cock about ninety-six times, forty-eight of those up very close but I had never seen him naked before. I was fascinated as he undressed and I got time to actually look at him, his cock was bigger, bigger than the first time he fucked me. It was probably growing all the time that he was fucking me but if you see something every day, you don't really notice that it is subtly changing all the time.

I don't know what came over me, as Frank walked towards me as I lay on my bed I held out my arms to him, as he slipped his cock into my body we actually hugged, Frank was doing his usual thing, throwing his body at mine as fast as he could, "Hey, slow down, it's just me and you, there's no queue!"

Frank stopped and then started to thrust into me slowly and then his mouth came down onto mine and even though Frank had fucked me forty-eight times and I had sucked his cock at least the same number of times and we had been best friends for around eight years, we kissed for the first time. Frank was the first boy that wasn't a member of my family that I could ever remember kissing in my life.

That kiss turned a simple act of friendship between mates into, well, something a whole lot more 'personal'. Frank suddenly stopped and lifted his upper body off of mine, he looked down at my body, even looking down between us to the point where his cock was resting in my pussy, then he looked into my eyes again and smiled, "You've helped me cum hundreds of times, but I don't think I've ever seen you cum once, have you?" I had no idea what the idiot was on about but just the fact that he was talking to me and looking at me while his hard cock was 'resting' in my fanny gave yet another added dimension to the act. I just shrugged my shoulders, nothing 'spurted' out of me, even when I took pleasure by myself in my bedroom so I didn't think I could cum.

"I've seen something in wank mags that I'd like to try with you if you're okay with it!" Again, I shrugged my shoulders, I was okay with anything that Frank wanted to do or try. Frank pulled his cock out and put his hands behind my knees, then he pulled my body down the bed about two feet he hopped off my bed, "You need a bigger bed, we really need to be side by side."

Because my bed was just a small single and not even a regular single, Frank had to be a little inventive, to him he was inventing a whole new way of having sex, of giving his partner pleasure and getting her to give pleasure to him. As Frank worked out what he had to do and placed his knees either side of my head before stretching out over my body, he prised my knees apart and his head went between my legs and as he licked around my pussy, he pressed his cock against my mouth.

I didn't want to burst Franks bubble too much but I had seen men and women in that particular position since I was about four years old. He kept asking if I was okay, if it felt nice, if I wanted him to press harder here, rub faster there and with a mouth full of his cock, all I could do was nod my head, I never once shook it. Suddenly Frank hit the spot, he had two fingers deep in my cunt, massaging the roof of my vagina more by accident than by design and just as he hit that spot with his fingertips, his tongue pressed down on my magic button, well, I say tongue but it was more his teeth grazing over it.

Weather by accident or design the effect was the same; I went from a standing start to the high jump in three seconds flat. My eyes shot wide open and I forgot what I was supposed to be doing to Franks cock with my mouth as my first ever orgasm blew out all of my internal fuses and started a body quake running through my whole being from my toes to the hairs on top of my head.

Once the panic left my body and I realised that I was having what Cosmopolitan called an orgasm I started sucking Franks cock like a starving girl finding a pork sausage Frank had to stop me before I got him off, he had decided that he liked the idea of not rushing to his own orgasm while he was having fun delivering pleasure to me.

Frank managed to stop me getting him off three times before he suddenly spun his body around, while I was in mid orgasm, and buried his cock into my cunt without me missing a beat in my orgasm and he lay on top of me keeping my climax going with a silly grin all over his face, as well as a great deal of my fanny-juice all over it too.

Franks face was a picture when he finally climaxed after holding back for so long, the look on his face told the whole picture, this wasn't like the previous ninety-six orgasms I had given him, they were all purely, or impurely, a biological function, just a mate, helping him to empty his balls. This was of a different order of magnitude, after he finished his muscle spasm phase of his climax he burst out laughing, "Fucking Aces! That was fucking brilliant Vic, best time of my fucking life." I smiled back up at him.

During the summer, I had full sex three hundred and thirty-eight times and hadn't once broken into a sweat. Just one fuck, it did last over an hour I'll admit that but I was totally drenched all over my body, sweat on the outside and on the inside, drenched with my own cum-juice and now, totally flooded out with Frank's spunk.

I wanted to wipe myself out but Frank wanted to cuddle with me, cuddle and chat, he asked me what I had been doing at school all week. I would usually have rebuked a friend for asking me about school, I definitely wanted to keep those two parts of my life as separate as possible but in the afterglow of my first orgasm, I began to babble on about everything I had done during the week.

Our post coital cuddle was cut short just as I was asking Frank what he had done at the local comprehensive school, there was a banging at the front door, Frank looked out of the window, "It's Harry and Peter Benson, I think they were probably waiting for us at the factory." I pushed myself up on my elbows, "You want to let them in?"

"If you want me too!"

I just shrugged my shoulders, "I'm easy."

I'm not sure if Frank was distracted by his experience of getting me off but he didn't even think about the fact that he was totally naked, he just walked down the stairs to let Harry and Peter in. I took the opportunity to run to the bathroom and use a hand towel to mop between my legs, there was as much liquid there after just one session with Frank than there had been after taking ten boys on my first time but then, that time, there was very little of my own juice to mop up.

I got into my bedroom just ahead of the boys reaching the top of the stairs, I was sitting on my bed with my legs crossed like a Buddha pose, not the most 'lady like' pose to be caught in but like Frank, I just wasn't thinking.

Harry and Peter were twin brothers, not fraternal twins like Jeff and John Hills, who were just like any two brothers in the world but just coincidence that they had the same birthday. I had been fucked by both Harry and Peter just as often as I had sex with Frank in the summer holiday and I had sucked both of their cocks the same amount of times too but apart from their cocks that was all I had really seen of their bodies.

Frank walked in first, then Harry and last Peter, when the twins saw me sitting on my bed totally naked and opened up the way I was they both grinned and looked at each other. Both boys said in concert, "Can we get undressed too?" I looked at Frank, I don't know why; I just thought that we had made such a connection a few minutes earlier that he might feel uncomfortable or jealous, I got no signals or signs from Frank so I just shrugged my shoulders.

Harry and Peter stripped quickly and for the first time I saw how exact a copy the boys were for each other. As they undressed, they were like synchronised swimmers and when they finally stood naked at the side of my bed, I saw for the first time that both boys' cocks were exactly the same, they were both exactly the same length and thickness, they both had the same number of pubic hairs beginning to grow, in exactly the same places around their pubic mounds.

Harry sat on my bed, "What can we do?"

"What do you want to do?"

It was Peter's turn to speak, "We haven't cum since last Saturday, since the last time we all played on the park together."

"So, what do you want to do?"

Once again the boys both spoke together, but for once; they both said something different, Harry said, "Can I have a blow-job?" and Peter said, "Can I have a fuck?" I got off my bed and bent over Harry's lap to suck his cock.

Peter just stood there watching until Frank stepped in, he put his hands on either side of my bottom and pulled my cheeks apart, Peter got the message and while Frank held me open, Peter slipped into my cunt from behind. I was really happy that Frank wasn't weird about my helping my other two friends out; in fact he even helped them in the end and after Peter finished off in my cunt before Harry was finished with my mouth, Frank even went to the bathroom for me to fetch the hand towel to clean me out.

I finally got Harry off with my mouth; he had managed to distract himself by playing with my tits because I was bending over him with them swinging free so it had taken me far longer than usual and of course, because I was using both arms to support myself, I couldn't use my hand to help get the extra friction on his cock shaft to get him off quickly.

We all sat around on my bed chatting about life in general, after an hour Harry and Peter said that they had to go home, there were a few moments of awkwardness after Harry and Peter finished getting dressed, they both seemed to be waiting for the other to do something, for the eight weeks that we had been fucking through the school holidays after the final blow-job, the boys would just slap each other and me on the back and say, "See you in the morning."

This time, both Frank and I were still sitting there naked on my bed so the twins couldn't slap either of us on the back, did they shake my hand or kiss me, in the end, Harry put his hands on my knees and kissed my left cheek, then Peter did the same but kissed my right cheek.

Frank walked them to the front door and made sure that the front door was properly closed. Frank took the stairs two at a time, "I've got to go too in a little while, but can we have another cuddle first?" I nodded my head and just looked blankly up at Frank, his cock suddenly jumped into life and began to inflate, I reached out and took it in my hand and rubbed him off a little, he asked me to lay on my side and he got on my bed next to me and we literally just lay there kissing and cuddling for twenty minutes.

Frank told me that he would have to go in a few minutes so I reached out and took his cock in my hand again and began to masturbate him, as he came close to his orgasm I lifted my leg and rolled onto him slightly, aiming his cock at my cunt, just his cockhead slipped into my fanny as he fired off.

I let Frank out of the house and locked up at nine-thirty. I woke momentarily at midnight when my mother and father came into the house like a storm; my mother came in to my room, "Are you awake Victoria?"

"No, I'm still asleep!"

"Sarcastic mare, did your uncle George come round here tonight?"

'So that's who it was' ran through my head, 'gorgeous George' not one of my real uncles but when I was very young he was around every week, I hadn't seen him since I was about six though.

"Yes, just after you guys left for the party."

"Did he, erm, come in?"

"No, I told him that you guys were at the Royal Oak, didn't he turn up there?"

"No, he didn't, I think he wanted to see you actually."

Now that came as a bit of a shock to me, why would he come to see me and after not even visiting the house for more than half of my life, it just didn't make sense to me at all.

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Swingers Child pt 3

I was still in bed when my mum and dad went out on Saturday morning, my mother's usual Saturday 'Fishing' expedition with my father watching from some darkened corner, I was planning on going straight back to sleep but before I could I heard a pebble hitting my window. I looked out in the street, Frank was standing there wearing a Manchester United football strip, his football boots were slung over his shoulder, the four long ends of his laces all tied together with a bow, under his arm, instead of a football, there was a carrier bag. Frank spotted me looking down and waved for me to come down to the front door.

I had put a nightie after Frank left me the night before, even though it was broad daylight I didn't bother putting a dressing gown on, I just went down to the front door. FranK seemed to be almost bubbling over, huge grin on his face and hopping from one foot to the other. "I've been here ages, I waited for your mum and dad to go out before I threw the brick at your window."

I just nodded my head, "Here, look at this!" Frank held his bag open, I looked in, there were football boots, shorts, a football shirt, socks and shin pads, in fact a complete spare Manchester United strip in the bag. "Great, looks good."

"Last birthday, I asked everybody to get me Manchester United stuff, my parents and my grandparents both got me new boots, my gran looked in an old pair of shoes of mine that she found at her house, so these are too small for me."

I must have looked very confused because he said, "I've brought this round for you, so we can play football in proper kit for a change!"

Frank handed me the bag, "Go on, go and get changed."

My stomach gave a little flip, when I was eight years old I had asked my parents for a football strip for my birthday, then for Christmas and then every birthday and Christmas since but my parents had steadfastly refused to buy me any football related gifts.

I snatched the bag and ran for the stairs, I stopped on the third step and looked back, Frank was still standing on the doorstep looking stupid.

"Aren't you coming up?"

"Well, I thought that as you were going to get changed...."

I stopped him, "You saw me naked every day for eight weeks, it's okay for you to see me getting changed."

"Yes, but all them times, well, the other guys were there as well!"

"And what about last night?"

Franks face lit up, a huge grin cut his face in half, "Oh yes!"

Frank ran after me as I ran up the stairs. I tipped the bag onto my bed; I picked up a strange object from under the shorts.

"Do I really need an athletic supporter Frank?"

Franks silly grin turned into a bright red blush all over his face, "God, don't know what I was thinking."

I pulled my nightie off, naked, I turned to Frank, "You want some before I get changed?"

Frank's grin returned, I dragged my pillows to the side of my bed and sat on them, then I just fell back across my bed with my legs dangling in free space.

Frank was going to drop his shorts but I stopped him, I encouraged him to just ease his cock out of his own 'Jock strap' and pull his cock out of his leg hole. It wasn't as good sex as the night before but it was just supposed to be a bollocks emptier rather than anything else. After Frank finished and pulled out, I struggled up off of the bed, I kissed Frank on his lips as I helped him to put his cock back safely onto his 'Jock strap'.

I remembered a little piece of kit in the bathroom; my mother used it during party night to clean herself out between men, it was like an enema bag but for pussies rather than bums. I flushed myself and dried myself well then ran back into the bedroom. I rummaged through my knicker draw, all brightly coloured, all of my school white knickers were dirty and in the wash, my navy blue knickers were all clean, I picked up the lightest coloured panties I could find, I held them in my hand and then put my panty covered hand inside the micro thin, white nylon shorts. "These shorts are almost totally see-through!"

Frank looked at the shorts and the shirt, he lost his smile, "These are knock-offs, my uncle Paul is a cheap bastard!"

I just burst out laughing and Frank got his smile back, "Okay, just put your normal clothes on!"

"No, it's okay, I don't need to wear knickers do I?"

Franks smile widened and I stepped into the shorts, I held the shorts against my lower body, there were little flecks of ginger shining through, "Good thing I don't have the sleeping badger that my mother has between her legs!"

I pulled the shirt on and socks, the boots actually fitted like a glove, I pushed the shin pads down the front of my socks and struck a pose, "What do you think?"

Frank rubbed his hands all over my body through the football strip, "You look great and feel better, he leaned in and we kissed for ages, "You have to put trainers on until we get on the grass though!"

I tied the boot laces together, the same way that Frank had done to his and I hung them over my shoulder. I left a note for my parents to tell them where I was heading and when I might get home. As we left the house, Frank slipped his hand into mine; I looked down at his hand, if Frank had done something like that, even just a week earlier, I would have bitten his head off but today, I just smiled and leaned in to him, put my head in his shoulder and we even kissed in the street.

We met the rest of the guys on the park, they all looked a little worried when they saw Frank and I dressed like twins and, worse than that, walking along holding hands. I saw seven faces drop and seven looks of disappointment on seven faces. I knew exactly what was going through their minds, especially as all seven of them were looking from Frank and I to the hole in the fence leading to the factories.

"Hi guys, I really missed you lot all last week!"

I let go of Franks hand and went from one to the other and gave them all a hug, "So, we going over the factory or what?"

The sun began to shine again in seven faces, I looked at Frank nervously but it was okay, Frank was smiling as well.

We actually dribbled the ball between us all the way to the hole in the fence; I was the first through the hole in the fence, I didn't even look towards the broken gate, all nine of us stopped dead in our tracks when we saw a brand new gate filling the hole, not only that but it also had barbed wire on top of it.

Nine little faces all looked from one to the other, "What the fuck do we do now?"

The gate opened and a workman stepped out, "Are you the bunch of kids that mess about in here?"

I looked around my eight brave companions, they were all looking like they were about to run for the hills at any moment and I don't mean Jeff and John Hills either.

I decided that someone had to grow a pair of balls and it looked like I was the only one who could, even though I wasn't really qualified. I faced up to the guy, "Yes, we play here, now where can we play?"

"Not my problem, the guy who took over the unit next door a fortnight ago complained to the management and they made me come and fix the gate."

Because the top I was wearing was a knock-off and because it had been made without a girl in mind, my frontal lumps and bumps were holding the front right out and the workman was looking down the front of my top at my cleavage.

I noticed his eyes began to flick from my chest to between my legs, I knew that there was every chance that he could see a little of my camel-toe as well as the few flecks of gold that could be seen through my shorts. "I might let you guys hang around in the yard of unit six, the units on both sides are empty, so no one there to complain but I'll need to have a chat with ginger here in private first."

The guy raised his eyebrows at me as if saying, 'Are you game?' I turned to my friends, "Hey guys, why don't you go and have a kick about, I'll shout if I need you."

All eight boys reluctantly turned and walked back to the hole in the fence but none were as reluctant as Frank. Once we were alone, I turned back to the man, "Well?"

"Come down to unit six with me, do whatever I want and I'll leave the gate open at the back all day."

"I'll need a key to the padlock; we don't play in there all day, just an hour in the mornings and only at the weekends now."

There was a long pause, "Okay, I'll put one of my old padlocks on and give you a key but the first time I find the gate open and you aren't here, I'll put the old padlock back on the gate."

I offered him my hand to shake, "Deal!"

"Right, strip off for me."

Even before he had finished telling me to strip, I was pulling my shirt off over my head. There was an old metal workbench in the yard, rusting because it had been out in the open for so long, I dropped my shirt on the bench and whipped my bra odff too in double quick time, my shorts came off next. Apart from my trainers and socks, I was standing in the yard totally naked in around ten seconds flat.

He reached out and began to rub his fingers over my almost bare pussy mound, my legs sprang apart as wide as they could go to give him free access. He grew a wide grin at my eagerness. "You do blow-jobs?"

I nodded my head; he opened his trousers and let them fall to the floor. He wasn't huge, just over double the length of Frank's cock and triple the girth but where Frank had the extra layer of skin covering his cockhead, this guy's mushroom was permanently uncovered.

I scanned around the yard for something to kneel on, there was an old cardboard box that had been thrown over the wall, I knocked the bottom out of the box and flattened it down, I placed it at his feet and knelt down, it was a bit of a stretch to reach his cock from my kneeling position but it would be more comfortable than bending over.

I pulled his cock out from his body and engulfed his cockhead with my mouth, began to suck reasonably hard, started licking around his cockhead with my tongue as my head bobbed back and forth slowly, then, with my right hand I took a firm grip on his cock shaft and began to slide my hand towards my face and then back. I lifted his balls with my left hand and began to softly squeeze his plums through their sack.

He was taking his shirt off but stopped, he pushed my head away from his cock, "Fucking hell girl, I've been with adult women who couldn't do that! You nearly got me off far too quickly."

I was pulled to my feet, he pulled, he bent and picked up the cardboard from the floor, he placed it over the sharp edge of the workbench and then pushed my bottom against the cardboard.

He bent and put his hands behind my knees and pulled my legs up, lifting my feet right off of the floor, I began to fall backwards, I had to put my arms behind me to stop myself falling back onto the rusty table. My knees were pulled as wide apart as possible, then he bent his knees slightly to allow his cock to line up with my cunt, once in line, he just stood up fast. His cock shot up my fanny and his pubic bone crashed into my pubic bone and lifting my bottom off of the table.

It was a little uncomfortable for me and must have looked ungainly but he managed to get himself off by shaking my body rapidly backwards and forwards while he stood still. He seemed to shoot forever; the cardboard below me was soaking with his spunk before he finished firing off into me.

"Fucking hell, that was fucking brilliant, I haven't cum that hard in years."

I was left sitting on the wet cardboard to get my breath back, he had been fast but at least he had given me more of an orgasm than my eight usual lovers would have given me, even the newly educated Frank.

I watched the guy dress and he walked off without even looking back, I had fortunately remembered to bring a travel pack of tissues with me, I had slotted them into my new football boots. It took a half of the tissues to mop all of the guy's spunk from my cunt and around my bum; all the sodden tissues were thrown onto the floor.

I walked over to the alleyway and looked both ways; the guy who had just fucked me was painting the new gate he had just fitted at our old fuck-yard, as he was the only one about I slipped out of the yard of unit six and walked to the turning for the alley to the main road and made sure that no one was in sight along that passageway, then, seeing all was clear, I slipped over to the hole in the fence and whistled the guys.

As soon as they saw me they began to walk towards the hole in the fence, I ran back to the entrance to unit six, the guy painting the fence was watching me as I ran back to the factory yard. I stood in the gateway waiting for the first head to come through the hole in the fence, as soon as Frank spotted me I stepped back out of sight, Frank hugged me, "Are you okay?"

"Yes, he was great!"

"That's good then!"

Frank looked around the yard; there was nothing to put on the floor in sight.

Frank caught Peter Benson's arm, "We need to find something for the floor!"

The boys went off to ask the guy painting the gate if the pile of cardboard was still in the other yard. The boys had cleverly lifted the cardboard after every fuck-fest, leaning them against a wall at an angle so that the face that I would be laying on was away from the rain, the side that would be against the floor could get soaked over and over again but because there were so many layers of cardboard and because of the angle, the water never got very far through the layers.

The guy let the boys carry the cardboard bed down to the other factory; it took four boys to carry all that cardboard between them. While I was waiting for them, I noticed that there was a staple on both sides of the wall; the gate could be left slightly open and the hasp on the front side, padlocked through the staple on the back side of the wall.

As soon as all eight of the boys were inside, I closed the gate and slipped the open padlock through the second staple. The cardboard had been laid out on the floor and I was soon in my place, on my back, legs open and waiting. Everyone, including me, was looking at Frank; I got the feeling that because I had already emptied Frank's balls earlier in the morning in my bedroom, he was hanging back a little but, the pecking order had been established on that first day, Frank first, then Harry Benson followed by his brother.

Frank saw me looking up at him with a smile on my face, he jolted into action, he didn't just slip his cock out though, he stripped off in the bright, early morning, sunshine and knelt between my thighs. In every factory fuck so far, Frank had held his upper body away from my naked body and his face had never come close to my breasts or face, this time, totally naked, he lowered his body down on top of mine, as his cock slipped into my cunt he kissed me on the lips, even slipping his tongue into my mouth with all of his mates looking on.

Harry, second man in the chain, decided to strip totally naked as well, the boys were definitely feeling safer because the gate was securely closed. Frank's lips left mine and his head slipped down over my tits and started working on them, I beckoned Harry to kneel at the side of my head and I took his cock in my mouth, as I sucked him gently he began to massage the breast that Frank wasn't chewing on. I carefully brought Harry very close to a climax three or four times before Frank shot his load up into my body.

I used a tissue to wipe myself out before Harry slipped into my cunt, he started out holding his body up like he usually did but soon changed his mind and bent down to kiss me on the lips. Harry seemed very surprised when I responded to his kiss and then he lowered his upper body down just as Frank had done, I took Peter in my mouth and repeated the action.

Every day for eight weeks, I had taken care of all eight boys in forty minutes or less, this time, because they felt safe, they all stripped completely and it took me two hours to finally get them all satisfied. In the past eight weeks, each boy had only exposed his cock for as little time as possible but today, all eight of them remained totally naked until after the last boy had cum in me.

We were all just sitting around, totally naked, taking in the sun's rays; two boys had brought drinks with them, just juices, water and coke and there were crisps, sandwiches and biscuits that others had brought with them, everything was shared out between the group of friends, we were all chatting and telling jokes, so in the end, after our impromptu picnic, we had been in the factory yard for three hours, then someone came up with a brilliant idea, "Shall we go and have a kick around out on the park?"

Another of the boys said, "Great idea, do you think we should get dressed first?"

We had a three hour kick around and then all gathered at the suck-off bench so that I could say goodbye to everyone properly. When I got home the garage doors were open, my bed was standing up against the wall and my mattress was on the floor on top of a huge sheet of plastic.

I ran up to my bedroom, from the top of the stairs I could see there was something different, it didn't jump out at me instantly but then it dawned on me, my door looked a little grey but in the middle was a bright white circle where the 'Out of Bounds' sign had been. I opened the door, the first inch gave away another change, the brass keeper for the bolt on the back of my door was missing. The bolt had also been removed from the back of my door too.

The biggest change of all was that the space where my very small single bed had been was now over filled with a huge double bed. Everything in the room had been moved around and almost every inch of wall space was now filled with one bit of furniture or the other. My old counterpane that covered my blankets and sheets had gone and a pink, very 'girly' duvet was covering the new bed, at the head of the bed there were six pillows too, in two piles of three.

My mother walked up behind me and draped her arm over my shoulder, "Are you surprised darling?"

"Shocked! What's going on?"

"Well, as it is very obvious from last month's little accident, you are now very sexually active, your father and I decided that it was time that you joined in with our parties again. Daddy is going to paint your door tomorrow to freshen it up!"

My mother had brought a box of tissues to place on the new bedside table and there was a new metal bin on the floor too.

Mother placed the tissue box at the side of my bed and pulled the draw open, there were ten boxes of condoms in the draw, "Use one of these on every man you don't know, you'd better use one on George when he comes over later even though you know him, he's not been coming to our parties for years so we have no idea what he may have caught in that amount of time."

Mother walked out of my room and I sat on my new bed totally shocked. It dawned on me that gorgeous George, the man that I called Uncle George until the last time I saw him when I was around six, had actually called on me yesterday evening to have sex with me and, from the sounds of it, my mother knew all about it, not only that, because I had missed the signals, and he hadn't got his hands on me yesterday, my mother had arranged for him to come back tonight and my mother had just, in a clumsy, roundabout kind of way, informed me that I was expected to share my new bed with him.

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Swingers Child pt 4

After all the fucking and football I had played throughout the day I really stank and my football kit would definitely need washing too. My mother's head popped into my bedroom again, the bath is running for you, don't take too long in there." She came over to me and tried to find enough hair on the back of my head to pull, "You should really let your hair grow; you have lovely curls at the back if you'd let it grow just a few inches."

As my mother was leaning over me she smelled my breath and then waved her hand under her nose, "Before you get into the bath, you should give your mouth a dammed good rinse with mouthwash, don't brush your teeth though! Try to remember darling, no brushing of teeth for at least four hours before you plan to have oral sex or for four hours after."

I tried to smell my own breath but there wasn't a hint of any smell to me. I walked into the bathroom and stripped naked, I dropped everything into the wash basket and swirled my hand in the water. As the bubbles in the water's surface cleared I noticed that the water looked almost like milk. The water was at the perfect temperature; just hot enough to ease my aching muscles but not so hot as to be uncomfortable.

If I had smelled my hand after swooshing the water, I may have changed my mind about stepping into the bathwater, no, I definitely needed a bath, I really stank and if I had emptied the milky water from the bath, it would take an hour for the boiler to heat enough water to fill another bath.

I sank down into the water and my whole body began to tingle. I realised that the perfumed smell that was permeating the whole of the top floor of the house wasn't my mother's usual over indulgence in eau-de-cologne; it was in my bathwater, now I would smell like this for the rest of the evening.

Once I got over the 'girly' smell of the water, I began to relax and allow the hot water to do its work on soothing over worked muscles, the tingling all over my body was beginning to feel very nice on certain parts of my body and even though I had fucked Frank twice, seven other boys once and of course the workman at unit six, the tingling of the water 'encouraged' my hand between my legs and I began to rub my pleasure button softly and slowly, I rubbed for thirty minutes and was just beginning the 'body quake' phase of my pleasure when the door opened and my mother walked in.

"MUM, what the hell!"

"Oh come on, you think this is the first time I've seen you masturbating yourself?"

"Bathroom mum, a little privacy please!"

"You need to finish off in here and get dried as quickly as possible. I've put your outfit on your bed; it's a little present from your Uncle George so just wear what's on your bed and nothing else. Oh, and make sure that you use the mouthwash again before you come down."

I dried myself off, even though I was out of the water my body was still tingling like mad and as I rubbed my towel over my body it was starting little electrical storms all over my body. I went from the bathroom to my bedroom just wrapped in my towel; on my new bed I could see shoes, spike heels about four inches high, glossy and strappy patent leather. There was a handkerchief, strangely it was small, black and lacy, I had never seen a black handkerchief before. There was also a scarf and that was also black, it looked like I was getting ready for a funeral.

I lifted my pile of pillows to see if the dress was under them, I called to my mother to ask her where my clothes were. She walked in to my bedroom, picked up the handkerchief and stretched the thin elastic straps that I had missed, I had also missed that it was triangular in shape and not a folded square, "Knickers!" Then she picked the scarf up and slipped her hands into the end and pulled her hands apart, "Dress!" She didn't pick up the shoes, she simply pointed to them, "Shoes! You don't need anything else. Uncle George wanted you to wear stockings too but I thought that it would take longer than we have to turn your hairy legs into something smooth enough to carry sheer stockings off."

Before my mother left the room she pointed out a small black label on what I had mistaken for a scarf, small black label with gold embroidered manufacturers name, "This is the top of the back." I struggled to get the dress on it was so tight and it stretched so tightly across my breasts that it almost became totally see through. I almost fell and broke my neck several times on my way down the stairs tottering on top of those high heels.

As I walked into the living room I said, "These fucking shoes are so..."

Uncle George was sitting on the sofa smiling at me; mum and dad were smiling at me too.

"George is here to take you out for a meal darling!"

My mother had a really smug look on her face as she told me that I was going out.

"I can't go out wearing this dress; everyone will see my thrupennies .

George said, "But that's the whole point of that kind of dress my dear."

My mother looked at my elbow; I had picked up a little eczema over the winter, it had flared up a little while I was in the bath. "Did you put your special cream on your arm?"

I shook my head, "I ran out yesterday!"

My mother went to the drawer in the bureau and searched through it, "You should have told be when it was starting to run out!"

My mother looked over at gorgeous George and raised her eyebrows; George casually slipped his hand in his jacket pocket and tried to palm the familiar tube of ointment over to my mother without me seeing him do it.

My mother waited a minute or two and went into the kitchen, she called out, "I've found another tube!"

I was handed the cream and squirted a little onto my fingertips before rubbing it into my elbow, both elbows actually as the skin on my other elbow was getting dry and scaly too.

Mum, dad and George just sat chatting for fifteen minutes, then George said, "Right Victoria, are you ready to go out now?"

I just nodded my head and followed George out to his car. We had a wonderful meal in a top class restaurant; every man in the place was looking at me and I think everyone who worked there came out to serve us with something or other.

When we got home, the lights were all out, I followed George down the path, if my parents were out I was in trouble because the tiny dolls purse that I had been given to carry because it matched my dress had just enough room for a single tissue and three breath mints, so I didn't have a front door key with me.

I was just a little surprised to see George dip his hand into his pocket and take a single key out of his pocket that he used to open my front door. "How come you have a key to our front door?"

"This key fits all the front doors to all of my properties."

He showed me the key; it had the words 'Grand Master' embossed into its surface. 'How strange, giving your key a name!' Went through my mind.

Uncle George went upstairs and I followed him, he walked straight into my bedroom, "Doesn't that look more like a young ladies bedroom?"

George walked straight over to my bed and flicked my new duvet out of the way. I stood and watched him as he stripped off, he took his time doing it too, he took a hanger from my wardrobe and he hung his jacket on it, then he took off his trousers and draped them over the bar of a suit hanger, then he took off his shirt and hung that on the same hander as his trousers were on, he took off his vest and folded it carefully.

He stood there as if he expected a light to go on in my head; he even struck a pose and gestured to his body as he stood there in just his underpants and socks.

"You don't remember me at all do you?"

I shook my head, he sat on my bed and took his socks off, he balled them together then places the ball on top of his vest.

He paused for a moment looking at my breasts on show through the tightly stretched dress, then he pulled his under pants down and stood up, as he folded his pants and dropped them on top of his vest and socks his cock stood up, he was probably only six inches long but well over six inches in circumference. Something in the back of my mind registered, some familiarity but that wasn't unusual, after all, I recognised most of the men who live in our area in the nude rather than dressed.

George came over to me and undressed me; he started kissing me as he pulled my dress down. Once I was totally naked George pulled me over to my bed, he got in first and then pulled me down at his side. "So, you still haven't remembered me yet?"

I shook my head.

George began to explore my body with his hand and mouth, then he said, "How old do you think I am?"

I just shrugged my shoulders.

"Do you think I'm older or younger than Jason?"

"Jason?"

"You know, the man that's married to your mother!"

That was easy, "You look younger I think."

George piled three pillows under my bottom, he knelt between my thighs, lifted my knees and pushed them wide open and down towards the bed, trying to open me up in the splits but with my knees bent.

George was pushing my legs down way beyond where they were designed to go and that was hurting me quite a bit. George was just rocking back and forth, allowing his un-guided cock to rub through my labia.

"Would you believe that I'm fifteen years older than him?"

I shook my head.

"I got hold of his mother when I was fourteen and she was twelve, I only fucked her once and Jason was the result!"

I tried to push him away from me, "You mean that you're my grandfather?"

"No, silly girl, I'm not your grandfather, that would be too farfetched. I found your mother when she was thirteen; it took me five goes to put you in her belly."

As he said it he had eased just the head of his cock into my cunt and even though I had been fucking boys for so long and I had even had sex with an adult man earlier in the day, as his cock head opened my flower, because it was so huge, I gasped in pain.

"Doesn't this ring any bells?"

I was trying to push him off of me but with the pain of my legs being forced apart beyond their normal range of movement I couldn't get any pressure against his chest. I shook my head.

"It was at one of your mother's party nights, I was in here with Bethany on your little bed."

I was still trying to push George away, then I had to stop as I formulated in my head, Bethany's my cousin, she's just two years older than me but I hadn't seen her since I stopped going to my mother's party nights six years earlier.

"No, I have no idea, can't remember you from back then."

"I was giving Bethany a good seeing to in here, she was making a hell of a racket and you came in because you heard her, you sat down on the bed and stuck your head between us to look at my cock going into her cunt, then you asked me what I was doing."

Something started to come through the mists of time, I was beginning to remember a hell of a kafuffle, people shouting, doors slamming, George pressed down on my legs again, bringing me back to him in the room.

"I told you that I was making Bethany my girlfriend and you said that you wanted to be my girlfriend too. I was torn, I had been working on Bethany for a year, I could get my cock into her whenever I wanted too but you were fresh meat, untouched, a totally blank sheet."

Asking George if I could be his girlfriend now that began to ring a bell in some deep dark recess of my mind, that and a feeling of incredible pain.

"Bethany was really pissed when I pulled my cock out of her and pulled you into her space on the bed under me, she ran off to tell your mother, I was in this exact position when your mother walked in on us and went mad, I didn't get the chance to fill you completely like this."

George threw his full weight into me; I screamed out in pain, nothing in my life before had been anything close to this, not even when I broke my leg falling out of a tree when I was ten. George didn't so much fuck me as hammer my body into the bed with his, in seconds the pain passed and I began to scream again, this time in pleasure.

Once I got into the stride of George fucking me it dawned on me that he wasn't my grandfather he was telling me that he was actually my dad! Now, even though I was running a fervour-storm from my chained orgasms I began to try and fight him off again but fight as I may, I couldn't shift George until he'd had his fill of me.

As he shot up into my cunt he said, "Well, not as good as it would have been when you were six but still great sex, I have to give you credit for turning out to be such a great fuck."

George had no intention of leaving my bed for the rest of the night, and he held me so tightly that I couldn't get out of it either.

I woke several times in the night with George pounding his cock into me and each time, as soon as he climaxed he wrapped me in his arms and we both fell asleep. I finally got up at ten o'clock on Sunday morning; George was still sleeping in my bed. I found my mother in the bathtub, she had a hangover. "Where did you go last night after Uncle George took me out to dinner?"

"George put us in touch with our cousins, when he stopped coming to our parties, he set Peggy and Martin up in a big house of their own and they started their own parties in Corby."

"I don't remember them!"

"Surely you do, you often played with their Bethany when they brought her to our party night."

"So you saw Bethany as well then?"

"No, she has a place of her own now."

"A place of her own, but she has to be fourteen or fifteen years old."

"Just turned fifteen but she has two daughters of her own so..." my mother blushed at that point, "...someone got her a house of her own over here, just the other side of Wellingborough!"

I thought about it for a moment or two, "And I suppose that someone was gorgeous George was it?"

"Yes, well, he is Bethany's real father after all."

"Bethany's and mine it would seem!"

My mother's face blushed a deep crimson.

"Why did you give me to him even when you knew he was my father?"

"He uses trickery and blackmail or just gets you into debt so bad that the only way out is to give in to what he wants and he always wants his daughters, he has no interest in any of his sons!"

"You make it sound like he has hundreds of kids."

"I don't know exactly how many children he has fathered over the years, I know a few of the local ones, well, the boys that is, for some reason you seldom hear about his daughters. Why do you think none of the local girls in this area are allowed to play out in the street?"

"You always let me play out in the street!"

"I had his word that he wouldn't come close to you until you started having sex off of your own back, why do you think we stopped you coming to our parties, just in case something happened to you again and he got to hear about it."

My mother's comment about local boys that were George's sons piqued my interest. I had a vested interest after all as I seemed to be fucking more than half of the available boys in the area. I had to clear my throat as my voice was becoming thick with emotion.

"Which local boys are you sure are George's?

"Local boys around your age that I know for sure are his; there's a pair of identical twins that live in Glebe Road, I'm sure that one is named Harry. The Gildert family from the next street, both their daughters and their son, I think his name could be Frank..."

I was feeling a little weak kneed and my head was spinning.

"...Then there is Ben...."

I stopped my mother at that point, so four out of the eight boys that I regularly had sex with were all my half-brothers and I had no idea.

"I have to tell you that I was shocked when he came to me the other week and told me that you were having sex. I came straight home and checked everything I could think of to get a clue that you could have started sex, when I noticed that your sanitary towel box was still totally full after eight weeks I freaked out a little, I went back to George and he gave me the pregnancy test kit that proved that you were pregnant and that meant that you had definitely had sex. George took me to a chemist that he knew would hand out the strongest version of the morning after pill and one that George knew that he could distract so that I could palm the pill instead of taking it."

My mother looked thoughtful for a moment, then she said, "I think it could be partly my fault that you started with boys so early, when you got that patch of eczema on your elbow, the doctor prescribed 'Hydrocortisone cream' but I've heard that kind of cream can damage healthy skin, so I went to George's chemist friend with George and he gave me some moisturising cream but with additional hormones in it to try and cure you. I think one of the hormones in the cream could be a powerful testosterone substitute, women sometimes use it to increase libido, but I didn't know that until yesterday."

My mother took a breath and I sank onto the floor, my legs now temporarily unable to hold me up any longer.

"He didn't know however that I took you to the doctors on Monday and got you the birth control implant, his plan, and we had to agree to it or he would take us to court for back rent and he would kick us out of this house, was to come here, every day for a month to have sex with you. It was obvious to me that his plan was to start all over again by making you pregnant and hope that you had a daughter. If he spotted that you have the implants, he'll be mad as hell."

When I pulled myself together, I found a summer dress and pulled it over my head, I spent the time to slip my fourteen hole doc Martin boots and I headed out of the house with Uncle George still sleeping in my bed. I had an old pram frame in the garden shed that I had been trying to talk my father into turning into a go-cart, or did I have to call him 'Jason' from now on?

I put my old bed, mattress and large plastic bag that the new mattress came in on to the pram base and dragged it over to the garages, I let myself in the yard of unit six and set the bed up with the mattress on top of it and then covered it all in plastic to save it from the rain.

I spotted Frank on the park and whistled so that he would come over to the factories. "Hi Vic, you don't usually come out on Sunday mornings!"

"No, I needed to do something and I needed to think."

Frank was impressed that I had brought a bed into the yard to 'play' on. I sat him down on the bed, as soon as our bottoms touched down he started kissing me and he felt under my dress, happy to find only bare flesh under it.

I stopped him, "Frank, would it make any difference to you and me if someone told you that we were brother and sister, well, half-brother and sister?"

Frank stopped pushing my legs apart for a moment, then he shoved two fingers up into my body, "Wow, you're a bit loose this morning."

Frank added a third finger and started to masturbate me, then a fourth finger and I still felt loose to him.

"Well, that might make sense to me, neither me or my sisters look anything like our dad, mind you, we don't look anything like your dad either."

"I don't look anything like my dad either!"

Frank added his thumb into the masturbation mix and now he was using his whole fist to masturbate me with, he had me gasping for air and when I begged him to stop and let me come back down he said, "I don't think it would matter would it? We're mates and all, and I think I might love you too a little, I don't think I'm my sisters mate and I don't love them anything like I do you."

"You want to fuck me?"

"I don't think you'd feel me if I fucked you, I probably wouldn't feel anything either."

"I could suck you off."

"That would be great but there is something else we could try if you are willing to try something new!"

"Okay."

"It might hurt a little bit at first though."

"Sex often hurts a girl, I'll be okay, what do you want to do?"

Frank turned me onto my face and he spat on my bottom, right between my crack then he rubbed his cock in his spit a few times before injecting it up my bum hole.

Frank wasn't kidding that it might hurt me and it did but I tried not to show it to Frank. He climaxed in double quick time because my brown highway was so tight, "I hope you won't mind if I don't suck you hard again before you've had a shower!"

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